The Kaidia Chronicles 8 – Kitchen Calamity

The Kaidia Chronicles 8 – Kitchen Calamity

Kaidia, Mytheria, Rose, and Kitiara were all standing outside the front door of a very large, elegant house that stood a couple of streets over from Kaidia’s home. None of them had changed clothing from earlier in the day. “Remember. Behave yourselves.” Kaidia said, giving each girl a look. The warrior then reached out and knocked on the door.

The woman who answered the door caused everyone but Kaidia to stare. She bore a striking resemblance to Kai. She was older but no less beautiful. “Mother.” Kaidia said curtly. The woman looked Kaidia up and down, her piercing blue eyes sweeping over her eldest daughter with an intense scrutiny. “Kaidia.” she returned formally. Then her gaze drifted over the other three young women, taking them in. “As always, you keep interesting company, daughter. And I see your sister wasn’t lying about the tattoo.” the elder Valengaard said while her eyes lingered on Kaidia’s right arm. The warrior’s brow arched. “Issue, Lady Valengaard?” Kai asked with a hint of sarcasm. The older woman smirked faintly. “None. I am just happy to see you had a decent artist do the work.” she returned before turning and walking inside, beckoning the group to come in.

Kit leaned over to Mytheria. “Did you get the familial connection there, red?” she asked with a snicker. “Shut up, cat.” Myth retorted in a sharp whisper. Rose giggled.

Kaidia’s mother, Syren, had shoulder length black hair that she had tied back in a ponytail, bangs and all. Nadia, Kai’s little sister, was somewhere in between. She had the same jet black hair but wore it shorter than her mother’s but longer than her sister’s. The youngest Valengaard wore her hair up in a ponytail as well but let her bangs fall loose to play about her face. Said little sister came running through the house, intent on flying past Syren and pouncing her sister. But as she got beside her mother, the older woman reached out and snagged the back of the girl’s shirt, then let go, effectively dropping Nadia on her butt.

“Hey! Mom!” Nadia growled from the floor. “No running in the house.” was all she got in reply as Syren walked back toward the kitchen. Nadia huffed, stood up, and brushed herself off before walking toward Kaidia, who was smirking. “Didn’t she used to paddle you for that?” the warrior asked. Nadia blushed. “Shut up, sis.” she responded whilst wrapping her arms around Kai in a tight hug.

Kai hugged back and kissed the top of her sibling’s head before letting go. She turned to her little family. “Nadia, this is Rose, Mytheria, and Kitiara.” she said as she pointed to them in turn. Nadia pounced on and hugged each girl in turn. “Welcome to the family.” the younger Valengaard sister said with a warm smile before turning to her sibling. “Dinner is almost ready. I’ll tell Dad you’re here.” she said and then bounded off, running of course. “Nadia! No running!” Syren shouted from the kitchen. Nadia grumbled and slowed to a fast walk.

Kaidia ushered her clan into a sitting room with a fire crackling merrily in a stone fireplace. “Sit and don’t touch things.” the mercenary said with a gesture to the shelves lining the walls that held books and various trinkets. The tattooed woman turned as she heard heavy footsteps coming quickly down the hall. A moment later, a big bear of a man came into the sitting room and grabbed Kaidia up in a crushing hug. Kai grinned and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck. “Ah, Kai, you’re as pretty as ever. And strong from what I’ve heard.” the man said. “Thanks, Dad. What’ve you heard?” Kai asked with a curious look as her father set the warrior back on her feet.

“Oh, just stories of a lone female warrior wiping out hordes of bandits, visiting the elves, commanding some of the King’s army, and taking out a demoness who’d taken over a town. Among other things.” the man replied, obviously a proud father. During this whole exchange, the thief, the neko, and the bar maid were all staring, slack jawed, at Kai’s father. The man was easily seven feet tall. He was a wall of muscle with long hair, a great beard and a moustache.

Kai’s father, Boreth, glanced around at the three other young women. “You’d better close your mouths or flies will shoot right in there, girls.” he said with a grin. All three of them snapped their mouths shut while Kaidia snickered. “You must be Kitiara, Mytheria, and Rose.” Boreth said as he pointed to each girl in turn. He named them all correctly. “I see you like to surround yourself with beautiful women, Kai. Just like your father.” the big man said with a wink. Kai just smirked and crossed her arms. “Best not let Mom hear you say that.” she said. Boreth huffed. “She has nothing to be mad about. I married her instead of any of the others.” the man reasoned. Kaidia just shook her head.

Boreth eyed Kaidia’s right arm. “Who did the tattoo?” he asked. Kaidia glanced down to the ink decorating her arm. “The warrior clan on Gravestone Mountain.” she replied. “How the hell did you get that group give you that??” Boreth asked with a bit of awe in his voice. Kaidia shrugged a bit. “Well, those priests of the new gods think the warriors of Gravestone Mountain are a bunch of heathens and tried to wipe them out with a hired mercenary force. I fought on the Gravestone side and after we’d won, then made me a honorary member of the clan. Hence, the tattoo. They gave me the name Thunderblade.” Kaidia explained with bit of a smile.

“That’s my girl.” the big man said with a grin. Mytheria, Rose, and Kit had all been listening intently. Despite living with Kaidia, they all realized just how little they actually knew about the warrior. All of the sudden, a clamor arose from the kitchen and the angry voices of Syren and Nadia rang out. “There they go again. They’ve been at it all day.” Boreth muttered. “Why?” Kai asked her father with an arched brow. “I don’t know. I don’t get involved unless I hear swords being drawn.” he responded with a small smirk.

Kaidia just shook her head at that. Though everyone in the room turned their heads toward the kitchen when they heard a shriek, cursing, and then a sound Kaidia hadn’t heard in this house since back in her early teen years. Everyone bolted for the kitchen. The sight that greeted their collective sight made five jaws drop.

There, in the middle of the kitchen, was Syren. She was seated in an armless, wooden chair and draped over her lap was Nadia. Nadia’s leather pants and dark green panties were at her knees and Syren was using a wooden spoon to pepper the poor girl’s bottom with hard, quick swats. Nadia was caught between cussing and yowling out in pain. Sure, she was a warrior but Syren was no weakling and that wooden spoon burned like hell. Neither mother nor daughter seemed to notice their audience.

That spoon kept coming down with terrible accuracy and tremendous force. Each slap of the oval implement against Nadia’s backside left a red ghost behind. Five pairs of eyes watched that spoon slap against the young woman’s bottom time after time. Quickly enough, the girl’s bottom was a dark shade of pink and Nadia was cursing less and apologizing a hell of a lot more. Not that any of that apologizing seemed to be reaching her mother’s ears or stopping that wicked spoon from slapping down over and over.

The slaps echoed in the candle lit, stone room. So did the yowls let out by Kaidia’s little sister. Just when Nadia was starting to kick her feet, Syren stopped. The spanked girl hopped up immediately and started rubbing her rear. “Ah, gods.” she muttered.

Syren stood, and tossed the spoon down on the heavy table between herself and the doorway. Her eyes flickered to the five in the doorway, and then fixed on her youngest daughter. “We aren’t done, Nadia.” she said sternly. Nadia’s mouth opened to protest but before she could, Syren spun the young woman toward the table with a hand on her shoulder. Upon seeing her elder sister, her father, Rose, the cat lady, and Myth, Nadia’s eyes opened wide and her cheeks flushed scarlet. She hadn’t realized that she had an audience for this.

Syren picked up a thick, heavy cutting board, one of those with the handle, and tapped it on her palm. “Bend over the table, brat.” she ordered sternly. “But…” Nadia protested weakly, gesturing to the crowd at the door. “Your father has spanked you before, your sister has seen you spanked before, and I’m sure Kit, Myth, and Rose have all been spanked or witnessed a spanking before. Now bend over, Nadia Valengaard.” the irritated mother demanded once more.

Nadia, with some trepidation, bent over the table and put her palms flat on the the top. She looked down at the table top as she presented her already sore bottom to her mother. “This is bullshit. I’m an adult.” the girl muttered. “Yes you are. Which makes it all the more shameful that I have been forced to punish you, young lady.” Syren responded sharply.

The older woman got into position behind her errant daughter and brought that cutting board turned paddle down hard against the young, firm bottom that was presented to nicely to her. The sharp crack of wood against skin rang out and Nadia shouted her displeasure. The next swat landed with an equally loud smack that caused Nadia to jerk and yelp out. The next swat of the board landed across the backs of Nadia’s thighs, causing the young woman to yowl and jerk against the table. “Mom!!” she said as a protest, a complaint. Syren didn’t answer, she just gave her daughter another crack of the paddle, right across her poor sit spots. Another cry of discomfort echoed in the room.

“Think you’ve learned, little one?” Syren asked. Nadia blushed at the title and nodded. “Yes.” was all she said. The paddle came down once more on the center of the young warrior’s backside. Nadia yelped out loudly and stood up, rubbing her reddened cheeks with a hiss and a wince. “Corner, dear.” Syren said as she set the board down. “Wh… what?” Nadia asked.

Syren only gestured to the nearest open corner. Nadia sighed softly and trudged to the corner. Her nose nearly against the wall as she stood there, rubbing her bottom.

It was then that a snicker came from the doorway. The young warrior blushed in her corner. Syren’s eyes snapped up to the audience still standing there. “Who was it?” she asked sharply. Four fingers immediately pointed to Mytheria. “Oh what the hell, you guys?” the redhead glares at her companions each in turn. Syren stepped over, took Mytheria by the wrist and pulled her into the kitchen.

Before Myth really knew what was going on, her loose pants had dropped to her ankles and her pale blue panties were tugged down around her knees thanks to Syren’s quick hands. She was marched right out of her pants and towards an empty corner. “If you want to snicker like a little child, you can join her.” Syren scolded as her free hand slapped the redhead’s pale bottom with each step to the corner.

Myth squeaked and jumped with each slap until she found her nose in the corner, her cheeks blushing, and her bottom stinging a bit. A few more swats caused Myth’s rear to bounce and turn a soft shade of pink before Syren left the redhead there to think about what she’d done. “Two pretty girls with their spanked bottoms on display.” Syren announced before looking to Rose, Kit, and Kaidia. “Do I need to add any others?” she asked sternly. Rose and Kit shook their heads vigorously. Kaidia just smirked and stepped away from the kitchen and headed back the way she’d come.

Syren gestured to the neko and the tavern girl. “You two. Dishes are in the cupboard in the dining room. Set the table, please.” Kai’s mother said with a warm smile. Neither woman wanting to be the next to feel their host’s motherly fury on their backsides, Rose and Kitiara scrambled to set the table.


Mytheria and Nadia were in their respective corners until dinner was served. They were allowed to wear their panties and pants again but they both sat gingerly at the dinner table, Nadia a bit more so than Myth. Despite sore bottoms on a pair of the attending guests, the dinner was great fun, filled with lively discussion, stories, and jokes.

Once the dishes were cleared and in the kitchen to be washed, everyone settled into the sitting room. Well, everyone except Kaidia and Nadia. No one could say where the two had gone but they didn’t worry. Instead, Syren and Boreth delighted the neko, the barmaid, and the redheaded thief with tales from Kai’s childhood as well as Nadia’s younger years.

Kaidia could hear the giggles from her little family of cast offs as Boreth told them some silly story from the warrior’s past. The laughter brought a faint smile to Kai’s lips as she stood on stone porch behind the house, looking out over the marketplace and poorer residential section of the city nestled below the high end residential neighborhood in which the two Valengaard homes stood. The city was a mass of twinkling lights from the torches that lit the doorways of businesses and homes to the light that glowed from within taverns and inns. Off in the distance, the woman could make out the looming shadow that was the massive wall that surrounded the city.

Kai was staring out toward the wall when Nadia came out onto the porch, grumbling and rubbing her bottom. “That old bitch knows how to swing that stupid board.” she muttered. Kai snickered. “You probably deserved it.” she replied. “Oh shut it.” Nadia huffed. The conversation paused as both women looked out over the city.

“You aren’t staying, are you?” Nadia asked quietly. “No.” Kai said with a shake of her head. “But you just got here.” the younger sibling whined softly. “And I’ll be gone by morning’s light.” Kai replied. “What about the girls?” Nadia questioned. “I will leave them a note. My house is big enough for them. There is no lack of gold within my home. They’ll be fine.” Kaidia answered. The younger sister just sighed. “You’ll find me when you want.” Kaidia said before turning and kissing Nadia’s forehead. With that, the warrior turned and walked off the porch and into the darkness of the night.

Little did Nadia know that in the not so distant future, her path would collide with her sister’s in a battle that could end the known world. But for tonight, the younger Valengaard sister stared up at the stars, enjoyed the soft breeze that caressed her face, and silently wished Kaidia safe travels.

Trusting the power of Domination and Submission

Trusting the power of Domination and Submission

Domination needs to trust in submission and well as submission has to trust in the domination. Look at it like this, If you had a disease, would you want a physician you could trust in? Of course, everyone answers Yes to this question. You would want to trust in your physician. Make sure he was creditable and cared for you. If you were going to give your self up, submit to a man or women, let them do what they want to your body, gentle or rough, would you want to give it to a person you did not trust. No

A goal should be to push limits. To push each others limits. Whether, your the Dominant, or a submissive, limits are a large element of what keep a relationship moving forward. Willingness to push a submissive’s limits should be a prerequisite as a dominant, and it is extremely important to recognize the value of a submissive pushing a dominant’s limits also. I believe it is a grave oversight for all involved, if willingness to push and explore limits on either side of the dominance or submissive realm is suppressed. The relationship goals you have will fail. People mistake and expect Dominant’s and submissive’s to be passive partners in sex and kink.

Equating passivity with submissiveness is stupid as equating power with penises. When willing to actively push a Dominant or submissive’s limits, everything sexual should heighten, and becomes more arousing fun. Consider looking at it like roleplaying or acting. However, this doesn’t mean demanding how the other is to push your limits. If your instructing “everything” being done to you, then your the Dominant. Some people refer this to “topping from the bottom”. Letting go of limits, and becoming submissive to them, opens your sexual gate, and hopefully breaks into the arousing stimulation a sexual encounter should be, ultimately fulfilling the goals.

The Lesson

He ordered her into the corner and into a kneeling position. She complied totally, placing herself into that posture, symbolic of her compliance and subservience to him. He was not in any hurry, as he realized the necessity for this to be progressive. He wanted her to be in the proper headspace, the proper level of submission prior to the physical act of punishment. He wanted her to experience and to anticipate both the excitement and fear of the coming discipline. Viewing her in this position and knowing the intensity of feelings that she was experiencing, validated his sense of dominance, made these actions more intense and meaningful to him. His focus was on fulfillment of needs, both her’s and his own.
He ordered her to him and had her kneel in place before him. He talked to her in a very calm and confident manner. He articulated the reasons for this punishment in a very clear and precise manner. He explained exactly what his expectations were of her and that the punishment would cease only when he decided that the goal had been attained. Any resistance on her part would be met by an increased intensity. That this reaction would not be out of anger but rather out of necessity. She will accept this punishment without any doubts or qualifications and by doing so fully accept her submission to his authority.
He took her hand and slowly placed her over his knees in the time honored position. On many levels she was a mature, confident and capable woman. One who had earned the respect of friends and associates alike by her accomplishments and grace. Yet, an integral part of her was a little girl, one who sought out and needed both the nurturing and structure issued by someone who she trusted and respected. She needed this to be complete, to be fulfilled as a person. For when she was in this position, she was that little girl who was abdicating all responsibility and decisions to someone who would guide her, nurture her and give her the discipline that she so badly needed and craved. He felt honored by being that person. His respect and caring for her was total. He reveled in her accomplishments and successes for that made her submission to him that much more powerful and exciting. To hold this wonderful lady over his knees and to treat her like a naughty child gave him a high that no drug or activity had ever approached.
He softly stroked her bare cheeks as he talked to her in a calm and relaxed manner. He lectured her on her behavior and let her know in no uncertain terms what she should expect at any time in the future when she did not comply to his rules, his authority. She lay in position over his knees compliantly as his words escalated her mindset into an almost hypnotic, euphoric state.
Of all the positions that he used in her punishments, this position, having her draped over his knees was his favorite. He loved the feel of her body in sensuous contact with his lap. He enjoyed the access that this position afforded him to her bare bottom to view it closely, to stroke it as he lectured her and eventually to spank to a deeply red hue. Having her upended like a naughty child gave him an intense feeling of mastery and control as with very little effort he could pin her arm in the small of her back and lock her kicking legs with his right leg while holding her upended over his left knee. In this position, she was totally under his control to spank as long and as intensely as he deemed necessary. The fact that this grown woman, whom he respected and cared for greatly, was in this very juvenile position and being brought to tears by his hand, gave him a great deal of satisfaction and gratification.
She felt powerless to stop him despite her embarrassment and fear of the pain that she soon would be feeling. She realized that in many ways she was that naughty little girl who was looking for the nurturing and discipline that he afforded her. She craved the relinquishment of control that his mastery allowed her to feel and deep down inside she knew that this is what she needed, this is what she craved.
She felt his fondling hand leave her bottom and held her breath and then felt the first spank of his hand descend on her quivering cheeks. The spanks began to fall, slowly and lightly at first but as her punishment progressed, the speed and intensity increased until she felt the heat and sting that his hand produced on the bare flesh. She began to struggle and squirm as the spanks continued to fall, increasing the warmth and pain that she felt in her bottom. He enjoyed her movement, knowing that the spanks were affecting her. He reveled in her discomfort and her struggles spurred him on to bring down his hand with a faster speed and a harder intensity. He was determined to teach her a lesson, a lesson in obedience, in compliance and in submission to his authority. She began to make involuntary sounds of ows and ouches as the spanking intensity increased the sweet stinging pain and heat that she felt in her now deeply reddened bottom cheeks. He loved those reactions from her, at one time questioning whether this was crossing the line into sadism but no longer concerned with labels and now totally accepting this as a fulfillment of a mutual need.
He stopped the spanking and once again began to stroke and rub her punished behind. He teased her about how red her bottom had become and how much redder it will become before her lesson has been learned. He told her that this is where she belonged, over his knee with her bottom feeling the force of his hand, the resolve of his dominance. She lay placidly over his knees hearing his words with the realization that yes, he was right. His hand now traveled to the crease between the bottom cheeks and lightly probed the her tight little anal opening. She reacted to this by squirming more intensely over his knees as this increased her feeling of humiliation and submission and the realization that he would do with her as he chose, whatever he deemed necessary to take her to where he wanted to.

His hand left her bottom and then began spanking the cheeks again. As before, the spanks landed initially slowly and softly at first and as the spanking progressed both the speed and intensity increased. She began to wiggle and move on his lap and her right arm involuntarily went back to protect her punished behind. He easily took her right arm in his left and held it in the small of her back and re-positioned her over his left knee, freeing his right leg to lock her kicking legs in place. As the intensity of the spanks continued so did her protestations. She began to sob as the pain level increased and the sobbing then escalated to a full force of tears as both the physical and psychological aspects of her punishment permeated her. The tears did not deter him, he was determined to effectively punish her, punish her into complete submission and contrition. The tears became louder and louder until almost as if a switch were turned, they turned into a steady sobbing. He felt her body soften on his knee and sensed an acceptance of her punishment, her role, her submission. At this point, he stopped and quietly again stroked her behind as she lay placidly in position sobbing softly. He drew her onto his lap and held her tight, holding her, stroking her, comforting her. She responded by squeezing him tight, relishing the warmth and comfort of his arms. She felt a sense of safety, of security. A closeness that she had never experienced in any vanilla relationships, but rather a feeling of having been exposed, yet totally accepted and fulfilled. By accepting her submission, she had indeed found liberation.

Paddle Fun

I was in my favorite organic healthfood big box store and went over to the cooking implement aisle. I like looking there as new implements appropriate for spanking are typically on display. Sure the implements are for cooking or preparing food, but some metal spatulas and wooden spoons are good for spanking naughty bottoms. I had heard that a new display of breadboards was coming so I was hoping for a wooden paddle. As I was walking to the display, there was a blonde woman with a sexy fat bottom there looking at the wares. I came along the display and saw her face and she was attractive. I smiled and she smiled back. She was holding one of the new breadboards that was shaped like a good spanking paddle and she was running her hand back and forth on it. I grabbed one also and admired it.
She said that the bread board was nice looking, thick and wide and well balanced for holding. I also commented on the width and thickness and said it was not too heavy to hold. She said that it looked very useful for many things and the way she was holding it looked like she was looking for a bottom. I said I was looking for a good paddle, er ah bread board and her eyes lit up and she said that the paddle, er ah board was exactly what she was looking for. I asked what her use was and she said if I want to find out, then follow her to check out and then to her condo close by. So we went to the check out and in five minutes we were in her condo. She looked at me and told me to bare my bottom and bend over the couch. I got a raging hardon and she saw it and said that a brisk spanking will make that go away. So I dropped my pants and briefs and bent over, offering my bottom to her and she immediately whacked my ass. I gasped and grabbed my butt, but quickly re-assumed the position as I wanted the spanking as much as she wanted to give it to me. 15 hard spanks later, she told me that she wanted a spanking and down went her pants and panties, exposing a very sexy fat bottom. I told her to assume the position I had done and kissed her ass. She asked me if I like her ass and I said yes and that I was going to turn it deep red. WHACK! And she shrieked and grabbed her ass and got back into position and I took careful aim and spanked her fat bottom hard and fast with her gasping and OWWing. I stopped and admired her ass and told her she had a very red bottom. She said that paddle was great and I told her I agreed.
She told me to bend over the end of the couch again and she hammered my ass another 15 times, very hard and very fast. I was in deep pain but loving every second of it. She asked if I had had enough and I said no and she said she was going to really give me a spanking, as if what she already had done was not a spanking. She sprayed water on my bare ass and it felt cooling but I knew that more pain was seconds away and WHACK. OMG, the pain and sting of the paddle striking my wet bottom was mind blowing and before I could really compute what had happened, the paddle had hit me three more times and my ass was seriously on fire. She stopped a few seconds to spray more water and started again and the pain was reverberating throughout my body. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK on and on it went and my ass had to be turning purple. Finally she stopped and told me that all told, she had spanked me 30 times with the paddle and that she was done for a while. I tenderly reached back to my bottom with my hands and lightly rubbed it. I gingerly stood up and vigorously rubbed the pain away. After about five minutes, I had recovered a bit and told her that the spanking was great. She handed me a mirror and my ass was swollen and a very deep red. I told her that the paddle was great.
She bent over the end of the couch, offering that sexy fat bottom up for a spanking and I sprayed water on it and started paddling her hard. She was OWWing and moving and gasping and moaning, but I continued. I wanted her ass to look like mine . 30 spanks later and yes her bottom did look like mine. She stood up rubbing and gasping. We laid down on the bed on our stomachs and kissed.
She asked me what I thought the paddle would be like if there were holes in it. I said the pain would be exentuated and said I have a drill and would buy my own and let her know when done. She said great while clasping the globes of her fat bottom. I moved closer and planted several kisses on that beautiful red bottom and she did the same to me.

Maria & Joshua

Fiction: M/f Maria & Joshua
Part 1

Maria stood on the balcony of her dorm room, looking at the sun set over the hills. The pinks and yellows glowed down on her outlining the buildings of the college campus. Her parents had helped her move in for orientation and they had just left that morning. She smiled to herself, of course being a daddy’s girl she already had the school’s yoga pants and a pink shirt with the letters to wear as she stood out on her porch. Looking down at the outside table set her mom had insisted on since her mom had loved to go outside and read her school books while in college.

Maria turned on her heels and went back into her dorm room, happy that her daddy had gotten her a single occupancy room. She twirled around in her room and smiled at the habitat for humanity, second hand couch that they got to move in so she had something more than the bed and desk that came with the room. Stopping a moment she thought of trying to call Joshua but she had seen him earlier when he helped her daddy move the couch into the room.

Finally after being apart for two years since they dated in high school, she finally was going to be able to be on the same campus as her high school sweetheart. Of course he told her that now that she was 18 he was going to look out for her as she deserved. Her heart melted at the thought, not truly knowing what it meant but it sounded sweet, and he was her first true love. So she would trust him, and follow his lead as he was going to introduce her to the faculty. Her heart fluttered momentarily just of the thought of him, he was her knight in shining armor, and the only man that could make her feel like a princess like her daddy did.

Hearing the tea kettle she poured herself a cup, feeling a slight chill she went and closed the balcony door and pulled the shades closed. She went to her bed and smiled at poohbear, the stuffed bear her godfather gave her when she was born. It was a medium sized bear saying baby’s first teddy over its heart. She smiled inside because it was her first and only teddy bear she had in her life. Sipping her tea she looked at the clock and laid down to watch some TV before going to bed. Joshua told her that her bedtime would be at midnight, and even though she thought she was in college and didn’t need one, he explained to her why It was important. So on school nights she was going to be having a midnight bedtime and that was fine with her. She smiled and closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, happy that first thing in the morning she would be able to see Joshua. She reached over and picked up poohbear, and snuggled with him as she watched TV and fell asleep.


Maria woke up with the sun already shinning down on her, she woke up startled and cursed under her breath. She had forgotten to set the alarm the night before, she looked around for her phone and had a moment’s panic when she saw it was half past eight. She was supposed to be meeting Joshua in thirty minutes, ready to meet a professor after they get breakfast at the cafeteria. She knew she was busted, but maybe, just maybe she could salvage something out of this by getting there on time. Knowing she didn’t have time to take a shower and have her hair dry she quickly went to the bathroom and began to wash her face and brush her teeth. She pulled back her hair into a ponytail hoping it cover the fact that she was late, she put on lipstick and some eye liner and headed out the door.

At the last minute as she was heading out the door with some flats on she forgot Joshua had told her to dress somewhat nice, so she scurried back into her room and out of the closet picked up an egg shell blouse buttoning and tucking it in with her shirt into her pants and tossed a black coat over it and smiled at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t dressy but it was presentable. Anyways she had a runner’s body from soccer, and at 5’2″ she was one hot tamale. Her daddy had always told her that big things come and small packages and as a former high school cheerleader she believed it. She twirled a moment and smiled. She knew that, her looks alone was often enough to get her by so far, and she smiled and scampered down the stairs towards to the cafeteria.

Maria checked her phone and gasped realizing she was half an hour late, which she had gotten lost in time and she moved as quickly as she could. She spotted Joshua at a table with his fraternity friends and smiled at them and sat down besides Joshua taking his hand in hers. Once he squeezed her hand she looked up to him and saw the look on his face and immediately got butterflies in her stomach. She squirmed in her seat, she had always known what that look was for and it always involved her in her pajamas getting a spanking. She blushed as one of his friends mentioned her pink college shirt and thought how would they know until she looked down and saw the lettering was clearly seen through her blouse. She shifted, she knew this meant she had to go back to her dorm room to change and that meant she was going back with Joshua in tow. She looked up and smiled shyly at him and buttoned her jacket so no one would see the lettering and asked, “So Josh? When is our meeting with the history professor?” She piqued up, hoping to have a pressing appointment that she could possible put this off.

She gulped as she met his eyes and knew she was in trouble. “I had to cancel my appointment, I told Dr. Walker that we were going to meet with him tomorrow. You had to see your parents off this morning.”

She shifted in her seat as her stomach sank knowing what going to come next. She excused herself and went to go get some eggs. She knew if she didn’t eat now she wasn’t going to be hungry later so she got up and went to get breakfast. After getting some French toast and some eggs she went and sat down besides Joshua again just as his friends departed. She looked down at her food and up at him briefly, “I am sorry Josh, It won’t happen again. I got to bed on time but I forgot to put my alarm on.” She smiled weakly at him, truly sorry that she had forced him to cancel an appointment designed to help her by her tardiness.

“Maria, that is no excuse, I told you about this meeting a week ago. You had a week to set your alarm, after breakfast, we will be going back to your room to discuss this further. It appears we need to have the first `chat’ of your college career so I can show you what the difference is.” She felt like a child, like when she would be scolded by her daddy but smiled when he kissed her. She smiled inside, she knew she was going to be sore, but he was not mad at her after all. She was going to be getting in trouble, but he still loved her, and that made all the difference in the world to her. She finished eating and looked up to Josh and took his cheek in her hand and kissed his lips and whispered that she loved him. She smiled inside when she heard him respond in kind, and even though she knew she was in trouble she smiled at the thought that they were having their first breakfast at the college together, just the two of them and no matter what came next this was special to her.

After breakfast they walked back to Maria’s dorm room. Even though it would have been more private to go to Joshua’s apartment she had class that afternoon and so they chose to stay on campus. Walking up the stairs to her dorm room Maria chewed on her lower lip, she had spoken to Joshua and knew what was going to happen. Now that she was over 18 she was no longer going to have the protection that her pajamas had provided her, she was going to be spanked on her bare bottom like only her daddy had done before. She knew he was setting this meeting up not just for to get to know her professors but to help her with networking and making sure she was successful in finding work. She knew this and she knew he was right to have to guide her so she can be more careful in the future. This was especially true in this case since it was an appointment he set, therefore it looked bad on him rather than reflecting poorly on her. So she knew she had a price to pay for it.


Joshua stepped into the room following Maria and closed the door behind him. Standing a foot taller than her and with a broader frame of a former high school football player and current rugby player he had the built of a protector. That is how he saw himself, as Maria’s protector and guide in her life, especially here in college. She was wearing his high school ring, on a necklace around her neck, never taking it off. It meat more than just that they were going out, but they were secretly engaged at the moment. She had wanted to get married out of high school, but he wanted to wait until after college, when he could have a job that would help support them living on their own. Furthermore Joshua was traditional and wanted to ask Maria’s father for his blessing before they were officially engaged.

Joshua locked the door and walked with her to the couch, they both knew why she had asked her father for the couch. The bed was for them to hold one another and watch movies and hang out while the couch was more of their “office” where her guidance would take place on campus. He had an apartment that she was planning to spend every weekend, and to spend the evenings together cooking and spending time. He would allow her to have a glass of wine or a beer with him but he wanted to keep her away from the parties, she was a gorgeous girl and somewhat naïve in the way the world worked. He wanted to make sure that she was not going to be slipped any drug and taken advantage of.

Joshua went to sit on the couch as Maria walked up to the closet and put both her dress jacket and the blouse back on hangers into the closet. Joshua looked up to Maria and smiled to her, “Go and wash your face, we don’t want your eye liner to run from your eyes during your spanking and to stain your couch.”

Stopping in her tracks Maria’s mouth gaped slightly in surprise and slowly she closed it, “Yes Sir” and she went to complete the task instructed of her. After exfoliating her face Maria went back to the closet and pulled from it the paddle shaped like a heart, that he said was the family paddle a friend for him. It was quite hefty and she hated the impression it made but knew it was a necessary evil in their lives and walked up to Joshua and handed it over to him.

Joshua took it and smiled to his fiancée “Thank you, my love. Now go and close the drapes tight and come to stand by my right side.” Maria smiled briefly and then went to close the drapes more fully glad he was aware of that situation. She had forgotten, but she knew that he would think of her first, and he had always in the past put her needs first even when it came to discipline.

Joshua then pulled Maria to his side and squeezed her hand gently. Placing his fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants he brought them down to her knees. “Maria, did you forget that even if you put on a button down shirt and a coat that you still have the college’s name on the back of your yoga pants?” He looked into her eyes and saw instantly that she forgot about the lettering on the back of her pants. He moved on and put his hands in her panties and started to talk them down and pulled her over his knee. Hearing her gasp as her panties came down and her bare bottom was presented to him. He had seen her in her birthday suit a few times before when they were in high school but those were different circumstances, this was the first time her bottom would be bare for discipline.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, placing his right leg over the back of hers he began to spank her bottom, beginning on the top left of her bottom and moving across to the top right. Each smack of his hand against Maria’s bottom was followed by a gasp and her slightly wiggling against him. Joshua moved down her bottom, moving from side to side until he reached the lower right of her bottom. He rubbed her bottom gently, tenderly and looked down to her, “Maria that is just the arm up we will now end with a dozen from the paddle… that is where the discipline lies, this is more of the warm up.”

Marie looked back pleading with her eyes, “Please Sir, I will try to do better, I have learned my lesson already….” She knew she could take more, she knew that while her bottom stung quite a bit, Joshua had wanted to drive the point home, that is why he told her they would need the family paddle. Even though their engagement was a secret she thought of him as her husband and was happy that she had found him, she still would plead to get out of it, but she knew he wouldn’t listen. Joshua knew what was right for her, and even though she would plead to get out of it, she knew that she had to get the paddling to learn the lesson.

Joshua lifted up the paddle and on the top left of her bottom brought down two strikes in quick succession and did the same with the top right of her bottom. She lurched forward as he calmed her with soothing words, telling her it was for her own good. Maria was proud of Joshua, not for listening to her pleas and not letting her off because he left sorry for her. He was following through, in the manner that her daddy did with her and her mommy. She knew how important it was to be in a home of consistent and loving discipline and was glad that she finally found the right man to lead her down that path, to not only lead her correctly but to do it out of love. She quickly bite into the pillow as the quick succession of paddling came across the middle left of her bottom and middle right… she started crying.

As tears slipped from Maria’s eyes, her chest heaved and she waited for the impending final four whacks against her bottom to signify the discipline was over. But as he had often done before Joshua surprised her, he was rubbing her back, calming her. She knew her discipline was far from over but he was making sure she felt safe before going on and she calmed herself, feeling safe within her heart. Thankful to God for sending her a man that would guide her as she had dreamed of all her life, to look out for her as her daddy did. Then she lurched forward with each of the last strokes whimpering as they came knowing that she was safe over his knee, that Joshua would always take care of her. She looked back with tears in her eyes and said, “I am sorry for letting you down Joshua, I will try to do better next time.”

Joshua looked down to her and with love and admiration for his fiancée in his voice said, “You never have, and never will let me down. I forgive you and you have a clean slate”. With that he rubbed her bottom and lovingly caressed it, making sure she felt safe and right at home. He held her in his arms and fell in love with her all over again, not only was Maria the love of his life, but she helped him feel more alive. He knew that for the first time in his life he didn’t always have to be strong, he was strong when he was disciplining her. But he had finally met the one girl he could let his guard down with, he finally met someone that made him feel safe and truly loved. They both believed that the other had gotten the best part of the deal, and with that they were truly in love with each other. They had finally met their own soul mate, and each of them knew that this was more than just the first discipline spanking after she turned 18 a few weeks earlier, but this was the beginning of the rest of their lives.